Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

pine, birch, cherry air streamers
tumble down a pulsating conduit
into your dusty lungs, head right for your head
like a gulped sno-cone in July
you see your brain chemistry changing

there ahead in the blackened sky,
you witness the new arrangement
a fresh diagram overlaid on top of the once unimaginable,
behind your eyes, day-glo darting neurons
show you are different

than the minute before, how odd
just one swift breath of maple-ized oxygen
one simple infusion of slippery elm
gliding along the walls of you windpipe
tell you this cannot be found

on the couch,
and that remote control of yours,
only changes cable stations
that never-ever make you feel lightheaded
or full

Excelleent poem.

road trip= seroiously -take the batteries outta da remote-sabotage the sabotage- quick while you can still think and write for yourself- laughing- in the early hours of a colder part of the planet- nice write-

A maple syrup of the soul... Thanks, Saw.